You know the crowd was very small   For a country music show   But he faked a curtain call   Just like it was years ago      And then a lady grabbed his arm   As he staggered down the aisle   And with all his country charm   He addressed her with a smile      Would you catch a fallen star   Before he crashes to the ground?   Don't you know how people are   Nobody loves you when you're down      Pick me up and take me home   And I'll bring my old guitar   Sing a golden oldie song   If you'll catch a fallen star      He had a silver plated bus   And a million country fans   Now there's just a few of us   And he drives a little van      And they were beatin' down his door   The lovely women left and right   And now he's on a hardwood floor   Wonderin' where he'll spend the night      Would you catch a fallen star   Before he crashes to the ground?   Don't you know how people are   Nobody loves you when you're down      Pick him up and take him home   And he'll bring his old guitar   Sing a golden oldie song   If you'll catch a fallen star   Sing a golden country song   If you'll catch a fallen star